Chris Difford

Today i went proudly to see my daughter Cissy graduate from Goldsmiths Collage in London, i used an app to find a local parking space and drank expreso on the steps as the sun shone down on her brilliance. The last time i was at Goldsmiths was when i came to see Hawkwind play in […]

The beauty of friendship is that you never know its deepness until you age with it, and its an oxygen that keeps alive the vision and the journey of two people. Sometimes more. Being on stage at Glastonbury this weekend was like being on a magic carpet, i had no idea where i was going […]

When Glenn and i first met we played a number of small festivals firstly on our own and then with our first band called Cum! It was frightening yet exciting all at once to be on a stage playing in front of people, even if they were all stoned. I remember being very nervous and […]

“Just wait a few days before saying your prayers.” I was in Brussels recording Cosi Fan Tutti Frutti when ‘Around the World in a Day’ was released, it was constantly on my Walkman. I walked around the city treading sprightly to the exotic expression of each song, i was hearing pop songs but from another […]

March on, and that’s what we did, we marched on. I loved getting dressed up as a woman for the Nirvana video, it was a cold day on the boating lake i can tell you. I don’t think i came across that well as a woman, a bit of a bloke in woman’s clothing. In […]

February and the band stepped back into the studio to record a freshly written song, it was good to see everyone and keep our paddles in the water. It felt a little like everyone was waiting for the bell to ring as there were other things afoot, like a baby being born. The song developed […]

When i first heard The Yellow Submarine album i was gutted that side two was all classical music, but i ploughs through it with a young open mind, and with the help of a few joints found myself floating off into seas of joy. George Martin reminds me why bands need a producer because they bring […]

My local record shop in 1971 was across Blackheath on the Parade of shops facing the church. The young owner had the charts on the wall and kept a well stocked collection of record bins. One sunny afternoon i spied a record by The Nice it was called Ars Longa Vita Brevis, i had no […]

The Sunday Express asked me to write a piece on love songs, the editor thought it was too whimsical to print. It wont be long until this newspaper goes the way of the Independent and then nobody will read it. Having knowingly never written a love song i feel ill equipped to write about the […]

It seems like the parents of our musical heritage are passing on, its time, it shows us all that the clock ticks constantly. Each day there are posts of people we love in the world of entertainment being taken from us by the long sleep of life. As i get older the days glow ever […]

Time Slips By

One minute its time to get up and the next its bed time, the day I live in is a collection of one dam thing after another. I care about the people I love, i care about this day. this is all we have, this right now, I don’t own any of tomorrow, I can’t explain yesterday i can only live right here right now in this moment and on this page